ASHER ROTH

Insurance Lyrics

[Asher Roth:]Last night took a trip down to the corner storeNeeded rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola barCruised the aisle for some chocolate and coconut waterWhen he burst in told the counter to open the drawerStuck the piece to his teeth as he insisted"If you know what's good for you, I think that you should listen"But he didn't, attendant was resistantThat's when he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"He turned around and searched the store with frantic eyesOf course he locked on mine, I was the only one insideCome on kid, it's time to go for a rideFlashed his piece and me and said don't you be trying nothingTied and blildfolded threw me in the trunkStunk of gasoline and stale cigarette buttsI'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck"My stomach telling me this be my last oneThink to myself what the hell I could have doneShould have runYeah I bet it wasn't a loaded gunBreathing heavily speeding up over 70Settled on dead meat, don't even believe in heaven, BThen 20 minutes at least, when tires screechOh please, police, but my hope has gone weakOpens the trunk, "get up, " he tells meWalk a couple paces then throws me to my knees

[Hook: ZZ Ward]I ain't even try to hurt no oneSee it ain't my finger on that triggerVisualize but I ain't got noneNow I paid my bail but it just got biggerSilence gimme sugar try to runBut it just got worse, now I just can't reverseIt's a target sitting on my backThe cops on me, yes I'll never be free

[Rocky Fresh:]Okay there's substance in my reefer rapsThey getting heard across the mapI'm running shit, take a lapSleeping on me, take a napBut know them dreams about me badKnowing I'm awake getting money that you never hadI'm doing what I want so homie I ain't never sadDo what makes you happy even if it makes them niggas madAnd they gonna talk about you, at least you staying on their mindTell them to get off your dick and to get up on that grindTrying to keep up with me, they just gonna get left behindHomie I'm the fast forward, make you want to press rewindI keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first placeI keep up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers lacedWe breaking ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can findThat gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my timeAnd don't try to fuck with my plansCatch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran, damn

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[Blu & Exile:]Damn, niggas been shotThem pos be locking up the team and shit is hotFor your home block it's no more weed and no more rockMy pockets hurting, heard you eating, what you gotDriving in circles, make a leaner with my watchI'll speed and fuck at the copsI'll keep your cousin watch, I'll steal itAnd my Glock's out swervingHawks caught us by the place where we were surfingAnd brought us in cause we ain't have insurance, fuckers